"Perhaps so, but yours is one that better fades into the crowd." She'd heard a few smatterings about the Warrior of Darkness, but there was so little in consistent detail about it that most of the people of Eorzea seemed content enough not knowing. Really it was likely just the Scions who knew about it.

"I'm unsure if I'd be able to do the same. Mine own face is one with a lot more ireful memory attached to it." She clutched at her cloak, a rush of sadness of a potentially lonely life overcoming her. But that wasn't anything new for her, right?